Jiang Ruan looked up, her red lips tightly pressed together, her gaze complex and struggling. She closed her eyes and said, "It's true."
"What she said is all true."
Jiang Ruan looked at Sister Qin, her eyes filled with inescapable sadness. Her fingertips hung at her thighs, tightly clutching the hem of her dress, crumpling it.
The knuckles of her fingers were conspicuously white.
Her red lips moved: "I am not Jiang Ruan."
"I chose this name myself."
"My real name is Chen Miao."
Not expecting her to admit it so directly, Sister Qin was startled for a moment but, being accustomed to the storms of the entertainment industry, she quickly composed herself.
She furrowed her brows and calmly said, "So what do you plan to do about this matter now?"
"After what happened just now, it will definitely be the headline tomorrow with so many people watching. The company can spend money on marketing, but it can't stop everyone's mouths."
